#Pineapple Grenade

[rumshopboy]

Spiced / Flavoured "Rum" and Additives

Spiced / Flavoured "Rum" and Additives: What is the fuss about spiced rum? Does the image of rum have a problem? Did someone say "undisclosed additives"? 23 spiced/flavoured rums are reviewed, too.

Country: VariousABV: Various%Cost at Time of Purchase: £VariousType of Rum: Uncategorisable – S * (See End) Spiced Rum is everywhere in the UK.What is the fuss about? Does the image of rum have a problem? Did someone say “undisclosed additives”? The following is an article that started out focusing on spiced rums, but has evolved in to a commentary on the rum category, undisclosed additives…

[spacevixenmusic]

Source: Ranma ½ [1991]

[catscidr]

// dottore nsfw alphabet ft. the segments! //

i. note — (੭ ᐛ ) hehe.....so...... i have the worst writer’s block rn (its probably burnout because i straight up can't bring myself to do anything but o well) nd i thought filling this out would help. spoiler alert it did a little because i actually finished it.... i have like two Almost Finished wips collecting dust in my docs but i just cant get them done ueue. i write for thirty minutes n then close my laptop. i have a problem but WHATEVER!! THROWS DOTTORE NSFW ALPHABET LIKE A GRENADE AND RUNS!!!

ii. includes — dottore, the clones, gn!reader

iii. cw — nsfw under the cut! mentions of overstimulation, bondage, orgasm control, power imbalance, smidge of dubcon, exhibitionism, dom/sub dynamics, one mention of syringes n needles, implied established relationship

A -> Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) 

— He’s not one to outright pamper you, but he does clean you up and makes sure that the bruises he left won’t be too sore in the morning; but if you beg hard enough, he’ll begrudgingly kiss them better. Just use his words against him and tease him a little n he’ll reward you with some smooches! ez

B -> Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partner’s) 

— He’s indifferent to his body. On you, though, he goes crazy for your neck. Archons, the things he can do to it are endless. He loves covering it in bitemarks, wrapping his hands around it to feel your rapid pulse, sucking hickeys into the sensitive skin... and we can’t forget how much he loves watching you tilt your head to the side so he can inject whatever liquid is inside his syringe. Call it a mix of sensual and morbid fascination the way he’s obsessed with your neck 

C -> Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

— Dottore’s cum is opaque and on the thicker side, but its bitter and not particularly pleasant to swallow. You can’t really blame him; he’s a busy man and he neglects his health regularly. If you ask him nicely, he’ll try to, at least, sip on some pineapple or orange juice during the day so you don’t rush to spit out the cum that lands in your mouth. He also cums a lot, thanks to his involuntary abstinence in his younger years.........

D -> Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

— Has thought about fucking you in front of his segments multiple times (not fucking you with them, just having them watch you two go at it. big difference here). It’s usually fueled by irritation or jealousy from seeing you spend time with them, but sometimes he’ll get this random urge to just completely and utterly claim you in front of them to get under their skin. Also to overwhelm you. yk. just a bit ˙ᵕ˙

E -> Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

— Wasn’t very experienced before he met you. Had one or two awkward hookups during his Akademiya days, but he really had more knowledge about sex than actual experience (getting a bad blowjob doesn’t really count for experience) 

F -> Favorite position

— You somehow always end up in the prone bone position if you’re on a flat surface. He loves restraining you, but doing so with his whole body takes the cake. He’ll have one hand wrapped around your throat with his elbow on the bed to hold him up (so he doesn’t completely crush you), and the other hand will be holding your hip with a bruising grip to angle your pelvis so he can thrust into you over n over again without mercy

— .....but having you ride him when he’s tired is worthy of being an honorable mention. Don’t think you’re in control though, because as soon as you start to get too cocky he’ll grab your waist n thrust up sharply to knock that smile off your face (affectionately) 

G -> Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) 

— Very serious, he’ll go as far as to punish you for even trying to crack a joke or giggle at something he said or did (but it’s a dub whenever you’re in a bratty mood so it’s fiiiine). Same goes for his older segments. His younger clones are less uptight about it though, and sometimes they’ll let out a laugh when a funny noise happens, but they won’t necessarily make jokes during it 

H -> Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) 

— Trims it when he remembers to, when it gets annoying, or when you point it out. He’s not a fan of being clean-shaven, but if you really want him to be he’ll do it. His pubic hair is a darker shade than his hair, and the first time you saw it you promptly said “so you don’t dye your hair!” (he immediately flicked your forehead) 

I -> Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) 

— Dottore isn’t romantic, full stop. But on a scale of 1 through 10 he would be around a 6; could charm you and sweep you off your feet if he wanted to, but he finds more enjoyment in teasing you than being a gentleman. 

J -> Jack off (masturbation hc) 

— He forgets that’s even an option when he’s in Snezhnaya. Whenever he gets hard he’ll have you take care of it, whether it’s in the form of a quickie or completely ditching his work to fuck you. So he only really masturbates like... once a week, twice at most if you’re not in the mood to help him with his hard on. 

— But when he has to go out to other regions for work and won't be with you for long periods of time? He gets off more often than he’d like to admit. 

K -> Kink(s)  

— Big fan of dacryphilia, spit/messy sex, overstimulation, any kind of restraints, edging, breathplay, power imbalance, biting, dirty talk, brat taming, double penetration and anything that tests your limits. 

— Medium fan of sex under the influence of either alcohol or aphrodisiacs, somnophilia, exhibitionism, temperature play, slightly dangerous things like knife and gun play, and group sex (with his segments specifically, no one else. he’s possessive of you) 

— Honorable mention: roleplay, to some extent. Mans loves to do a “medical checkup” on you every once in a while. And he’s more of a dom than a sub, too. His older segments have pretty much the same kinks as he does (ofc), but the younger ones tend to lean more towards being switchy than just. dom 

L -> Location (favorite place to do the do) 

— Has a bias for taking you in his office. Loves the idea that any of his segments could overhear the both of you going at it and all they can do is rub one out somewhere quiet. He’s so mean to them, using you like that......... 

M -> Motivation (what turns them on)

— When you act like a brat, purposely teasing him n pushing his buttons..... makes his blood rush down to his cock. Can’t help thinking of the many ways he’ll put you in your place later 

N -> No (immediate turn offs)

— Anything that has to do with his kid/youngest segments and his coworkers, the other Harbingers.

O -> Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) 

— Would rather receive than give, but won’t shy away from the opportunity to overstimulate you with his fingers/hands and tongue. Isn’t the best at giving head but will gladly take the time to learn what makes you cum the fastest if you want him to 

P -> Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) 

— Dottore’s usually fast n rough, but he’ll have his moments where he wants to dote on you hard. His lack of affection catches up to him n he just wants to trace every curve of your body while languidly driving his cock inside of you sometimes, what can ya do 

Q -> Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) 

— Prefers taking his time to tease you by a mile, but he loves quickies too (since he can very well tease you by having a quickie) 

R -> Risk (are they game to experiment?) the irony of this wording isn’t lost on me 

— He's game to experiment. If you’re on board, he’s always willing to try something at least once 

S -> Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

— His younger segments tire out easily (virgins....... /affectionate) but his older ones, himself included, can go on and on and on. Him being a hermit n staying in his lab for multiple days at a time is extremely misleading, don’t be fooled!! He’ll overstimulate you to prove a point if you try to even poke fun at him n imply that he’ll get tired because he doesn’t “exercise” much (you’re his exercise, anyways) 

T -> Toys (do they have any?)

— Dottore does have some (and has dabbled in making some, too), namely (big and small) vibrators, dildos, and restraints but most of the time he prefers doing without them than with. Usually. When he does use them, he’ll make the whole “session” about them. 

— Controlling the rate in which a machine fucks you while he lazily jerks off in front of you, just out of your reach so you can’t touch him.... slowing down the silicone dildo’s pace when you start to get frustrated, making you even more frustrated..... yeah 

U -> Unfair (how much they like to tease) 

— He’s the WORST. The worst!!! You never know if he’ll overstimulate you, edge you, ruin your orgasm or just rile you up just to not do anything about it. Loves teasing you just as much as he loves to bury himself in his research (which is, obviously, a lot. good luck soldier) 

V -> Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) 

— Definitely on the quieter side (and it’s totally not so he can hear you more clearly, nuh uh). Lets out grunts/growls and heavy puffs of air more than actual moans, but it just makes the times whenever you do manage to draw out a pretty boy moan even sweeter <3 

W -> Wild card (a random hc) 

— Il Dottore, the Second Harbinger, outcast of the Akademiya, is incredibly touchy. He’ll place his hand on your waist when he walks past you, he’ll keep a hand on your thigh when you’re accompanying him during a meeting. He needs to have a hand on you at all times /whenever it’s possible/, including when you’re having sex. Can’t go a single second without touching you, he would probably actually bite you without any remorse if you tried to tie his hands so he can’t touch you 

X -> X-ray (what’s going on under those clothes ₍ᐢ.  ̫.ᐢ₎ ) 

— Bigger than most, but more of a grower than a shower. 3.8 inches soft and stands at a proud 7.4 inches when hard, with a 4.7 girth . Circumcised (don’t ask how), his skin is light (#FFEBCF) but his cock fades into a slightly darker color (#F7D4BC) while the head is more of a pretty n peachy tone (#F1A491). Has some light scarring in his pelvis area and a defined vein from the bottom of his shaft that stops shy of his glans. Also curves to the right just a bit.......

— His pubes r a dull-ish blue (#88B5D3)— while the hair on his head is a lighter, more teal blue for reference (#B6E0E0). Has a slight happy trail, too

Y -> Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) 

— He used to have a very low sex drive. In the beginning of your relationship, it wouldn't be uncommon for you two to go weeks without any action. As time went on though, he’s come to develop a higher sex drive and now has a mid to high libido. It’s your fault for being so tempting, really 

Z -> Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) 

— Has the freakish ability to go right back to work as if nothing ever happened when you’re both finished, no matter how much you both cum...... makes him the perfect man to provide aftercare though. He’ll stay by your side while you drift off and then he’ll go back and do whatever he has to do— unless you cling onto him n pull him back to stay in bed. If that does happen, he’ll just sit in bed and read a book while you snooze away. 

[romanceyourdemons]

shirts for when you are an assassin on vacation

[ID: two patterned buttondown shirts; the first has a pattern of green leaves and primary-colored flowers with guns among them, and the second is grey with a pattern of small grenades with pineapple leaves /end ID]

[jame7t]

fight to the death pear vs pineapple who will win

pineapple 🍍 grenade fruit. No further question

[likenapple]

Could you tell us about your greatest heist in detail? Also you current place of residence.

Ooh, I LOVE this question. Anyways, so keep in mind this is BEFORE I got my firebending magical powers from the likes and AFTER me and Big Tony escaped jail and fled to Fruitlia.

So, there we were, me and Big Tony, standing outside of a bank. I had a knife, a remote connected to a bomb, a grenade, 4 fireworks, and 6-7 packs of matches in my pocket. Big Tony had a pistol, lockpick (in case of 'emergency'), and pepper spray (he's boring, I know). So I had TRIED to go in through the front, but he was all like 'No you dummy, that'll be too obvious' because you know, he's a lame old idiot. So he made me put on a mask to hide my beautiful face and we both went to the back. We spent HOOOOOOURS back there trying to lockpick the door (because he sucks at it) before I got bored and threw a bomb at it. And well, the thing kinda went BOOM.

So Tony was all like 'WTF?!?!" and I just kinda ignored him and ran inside to take the MONEYS!! But of course those dumb gaurd security things whatever tried to stop me. Luckily, Big Tony kept them busy while I blew up the safe with my amazing fireworks.

So yeah, boring part of stuffing money in bags, blah blah blah, then Big Tony came in, took money and likes and stuff, blah blah blah, and then- just when we were gonna leave- he went and pulled out FIREWORKS!! I was all like, "OMG TONY, FOR ONCE YOU'RE NOT A BORING OLD WATERMELON?!' but instead of saying all that I thought 'Hey I have an idea' and so we began setting up fireworks inside the bank (as well as the bomb with the remote) and walked outside, kinda just camping out while waiting for the cops because traffic is HEAVY man.

So I snacked on one of my cousins and Tony ate some strawberries. Eventually the cops arrived and were all like 'Get them' and stuff but I threw a pineapple in their eyes. Then Tony pressed the button on the remote and the whole bank went BOOM in a big explosion and fireworks and stuff and it was SO FUNNY to see the cops go like 'holy mother of cheese-' and see their expressions. Once I got bored of that, I knocked 'em out, took their guns, and me and Big Tony fled.

As for my current place of residence, the place is 2583 FruitliVille [OOC: not a real place I don't think, do not try looking it up or anything lol]

Are you content now?

[unofskylanderspages]

In Terrafin Battles the Boom Brothers, Kaos threatened to blow the Skylanders sky-high should they refuse to let him and his troll army back inside the rocket and turn over Rocky to them. Even worse, the Boom Brothers recovered from the attack and were holding Hot Dog hostage, also threatening the Skylanders to surrender otherwise the robots would detonate the whole room using a pineapple grenade. Sonic Boom, along with the other Skylanders, refused to give up but was surprised when Terrafin admitted defeat. This soon turned out to be a plan quickly conjured by Terrafin, who tricked the Boom Brothers into arguing with one another until one of the brothers forced the pineapple grenade down his sibling's throat, causing them both to explode and release Hot Dog.

[flowers-and-fichte]

Schlegel: Fighting with my brother about which fruit would win if they were sentient and could fight.

Kleist: Obviously pineapple.

Achim: Except coconut would kick its ass...

Heine: Uh...have you seen a durian before?

Schiller: Dragonfruit is the obvious right answer.

Goethe: That's ridiculous. Pomegranate is known as "grenade" in many languages, e.g. "grenade" in French, "grenade apple" in Swedish...

Bettine: Grapefruit, duh.

Fichte: Obviously the kiwi, as it's the only fruit that can fly. I mean, how would you even fight back?

Humboldt: But kiwis don't fly. Neither the birds nor the fruit.

Tieck: Tomato obviously. It would be hanging out with the vegetables and no one would notice until the other fruits kill each other off, then it swoops in and claims victory.

Brentano: Pumpkins are pretty tough.

Eichendorff: Jackfruit. Have you ever seen those fuckers?

Kleist: CAN'T YOU SEE FRUIT VS. FRUIT BATTLES ARE TEARING US ALL APART?!?!?!?!?!

*everyone arguing*

Novalis: Grapes.

*everyone stops and looks in Novalis's direction*

Novalis: What? They're like a...little...purple...gang.

[tf2-bits-n-bobs]

(Demoman) The Bonedolier, The Professor's Pineapple (demo), Fiesta Bottles from Six Pack Abs cosmetic, Battery Bandolier (Soldier) Ornament Armament, Captain's Cocktails (Pyro) Burning Bongos, Jingle Belt Cosmetics that replace grenades found on the tf2 mercernaries

[azzydoesstuff]

video game / dnd item idea: a magical top hat that when you stick your hand in it, you'll pull out a completely random item to "aid you" in battle. and when i say "completely random item", i don't mean a random item form the game, i mean a COMPLETELY random item. for all you know, when you stick your hand in there, you could pull out:

a stick

a massive katana

a nokia phone

a stick, with a lawnmower on it

a comically large spoon

an MP5 rifle

a nuclear bomb

a staff that launches anyone it hits 5 kilometers into the air

a stick, with a nuclear bomb on it

a frog on a leash

a comically large fork

a cat

a sniper rifle so absolutely massive it wouldn't even be worth it to try and use it

a grenade

a granola bar

an apple

a gravity-defying pineapple

a large battle hammer

a comically large knife

a tiny little bouncy ball

a taser

a shotgun that shoots airpods

a mace made out of rotting flesh with a gaping hungry maw on the front which can devour the corpses of your enemies, adding to the mass of the weapon and enhancing its power

a small white dove

a lamp

an anvil and a propane tank

a water bottle

a biscuit that's really really dry

an energy drink

a suitcase

literally fucking spy from tf2

ANOTHER FUCKING MAGICAL TOP HAT THAT PULLS OUT RANDOM ITEMS

[mlmxreader]

Forced Strength | Alfie Solomons x m!reader

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↳ ❝ anonymous asked: May I please humbly request of you something using the following prompts for Alfie Solomons X non-binary, male, or gn!Reader: “Quick! Hide me!”  (Hehehehe. CHAOS!! Make of that simple note what you will 😏) ❞

: ̗̀➛ war is not beautiful, nor is it just, and as much as Alfie tries to keep you safe, all he can do is fail time and time again.

: ̗̀➛ trauma, blood, shellshock, death, war

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The bombs were scattered amongst the barren and decaying fields; months of warfare, from flamethrowers to gas, had scarred the once bountiful and beautiful fields. Green turned to grey, and grey soon turned to brown as the mud overtook everything else.

The blood spilled on No Man’s Land would forever change the very nature of the soil; trees and bushes would never grow there again, grass would not grow there again, birds and mammals and insects would never return.

Larks used to sing bravely as they flew over the scar tissue; they had not been back since their last valiant flight. Their beautiful songs were now replaced with the anguished cries of dying men; men who called for their mothers and fathers as they felt their own souls being ripped into the soil.

It did not matter whether they were on one side or another, all men and boys would have their souls torn from them on No Man’s Land - one way or another. None was any different from the last.

Between the bombing and shelling and gas and flamethrowers and constant fire, there was an uneasy peace; peace filled with dread, anxiety, wondering if it was the end. Wondering if those were the last seconds before death.

Most cried and wept, some prayed, others merely stared out into nothing for seemingly a thousand yards; their gaze hazy and unfocused. Glassy from unshed tears. Their hands trembling, sweat dripping down their brows into dirty and unwashed uniforms; the dirt beneath their fingernails black instead of brown.

The chaos and destruction of the war festering in their minds so much that, if someone dropped a pot or anything of the sort, they would scream and run to the nearest hideout thinking it was a grenade thrown over to kill them all. The smell of pineapple and pepper still thick in the air, almost soupy and sickly.

The gas attack had been days ago, but the smell still clung, lingering. Reminding every man in the trenches that there was no escape. Death would come for them all. There was none who understood more than Captain Alfie Solomons.

He understood more than anyone that the war would leave a tremendous amount of destruction in its wake, but also that death was starving - No Man’s Land was merely a plethora of meals. Alfie had one man he was out to protect, and it wasn’t himself; his Corporal meant more to him than his own life did, and Alfie would have done anything to keep him safe and ensured that he was able to go home when the war eventually ended.

It was meant to end in December, nearly two years ago now. It didn’t seem like it was going to end any time soon. Alfie could see it, the never ending war. Especially now, as he sat by the small fire and tried to heat up a cup of tea; looking at the scared and worried soldiers amongst him, able to hone in on his Corporal with ease.

He beckoned you over, and you dared to sit down beside him. 

“Everything alright, Corporal?”

You shrugged, chewing at the inside of your lip. “We’re gonna die, ain’t we?”

“Wouldn’t say for certain,” Alfie sighed. “You never know.”

You grumbled, leaning into him a little bit; it always helped to have Alfie close. He made the waking nightmares a little easier to deal with, and the pains in your stomach calm slightly.

You were told a while ago that you should have left active duty after your shellshock, but you couldn’t bear to leave Alfie’s side; he had never forgiven you for that. For refusing to get out of the war when you had the chance, for being so stupidly loyal. He never would forgive you for that.

But then there was a clatter, and you suddenly ducked behind Alfie, trying to squirm into a hole in the trench; he looked at you, confused for a moment, until your loud scream pierced through. 

“Quick! Hide me!”

Alfie shook his head, scooting closer to you as he extended his hand; you latched onto it, clenching up and squeezing your eyes tightly shut. You were expecting another bomb to drop, or a grenade, he could see it now.

He gently rubbed his thumb along your knuckles, frowning as he sighed heavily and shook his head; you were getting worse by the day, he knew that there would be a day where the war would be over and you would still have the same reactions. He had heard whispers of it happening to others, and he wished he knew how to help.

You were his Corporal, the man he looked forward to seeing every morning when he first woke up and the last man he looked at every time he had a chance to sleep. You were his Corporal, the man he loved and the one he needed at his side the most.

The one he was doing his best to protect and had failed at doing so.

If anything, Alfie massively blamed himself for it all. He just wanted to protect you, but in protecting you, he had broken your mind - allowed it to become traumatised by the war. It was all his fault.

You squeezed his hand tightly, cowering in the hole as a whimper fell from your lips; Alfie sighed, sitting beside the hole and refusing to let go of your hand. He tried to hide his glassy and melancholic stare, but knew that he wouldn’t be able to do so forever; so he hung his head, and like so many others who were experiencing the war for what it really was, he wept softly.

The tears splashing in the muddy ground as he sniffled and brought his knees up slightly, his forehead pressed against them. He hoped that no one would catch him like that, even you. Alfie had to be strong for his men, but above all of them, he needed to be strong for you.

Alfie had to be strong for you.

[kineticpenguin]

Larry Correia should compete by himself in a pineapple pizza eating contest where the pineapples are hand grenades

"oh no authors not churning out generic product has ruined fiction" fuck off "libertarian"

[talesfromsiteredacted]

Random Things 682 Says While Asleep

Hard to believe, I know... but our big grumpy Godzilla/Kirby/Mr. X crossbreed is fond of naps. He sleeptalks a bit. Ever wonder what the legendary Hard-to-Destroy Reptile dreams of? Let's explore, shall we?

"More habanero peppers. More. Give me the barrel with the cow."

"Take that, Portland!" (No idea why he's angry at Portland, but... okay?)

"You're so tasteless I could marinade you in ghost pepper vinegar and you'd still be bland and unappetizing."

"WHO STOLE EVELYN'S COOKIES! I will tear you apart before I eat you, you thieving rat!"

"Dyo... since when did you play accordion?"

"I'm not eating him. He's a clown, clowns taste funny. Ask Ferdinand."

"Golf... clubs? Do you get to beat the other players with them?"

"Yes, I would love more hot chocolate, Evie."

"Get. Him. Off! Get. Him. Off! I am no rent a mount, Kondraki! Get off my back, literally!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha, run."

"More spice. Give me all the spice. Then give me more."

"It was funny when I flung you into the door, Abel. Not my fault you're fragile."

"No touchie."

"You're trying to kill me with that? You're either brave, stupid, or tired of life."

"YOU CAN DO THIS, ONE LEG LOUIE! Like you need two legs, my gull!"

"This doesn't taste like pineapple."

"Yogurt? Why are you calling me Gert?"

"EAT LAVA, RUSSIA!"

"Sorry. The grenades I ate earlier gave me gas."

"Quoth the Reptile... leave now or become a between meal snack."

[quirkwizard]

*RING RING RING* “Hello? Ah yes. I would like one Quirk Marriage for Explosion and Rifle please. What? No I don’t want pineapple on it!”

The only kind of pineapple your are going to get out of this is grenades.

New Quirk Name: Grenadier

This Transformation type Quirk allows the user to turn their dominant arm into a cannon resembling a grenade launcher. The user may make unique grenades from their other hand and load them in the launcher. The grenades can travel over medium ranges and can blast through a brick wall with ease. The user has some control over the grenades when they are being made, such as making them able to roll, bounce, delay their explosion, or even remove the explosive yield entirely. The user can modify their ammunition further, building it around whatever they have in their hands, such as putting rocks in their grenade to burst out as shrapnel or hiding a message inside of it. This gives the user a versatile combat Quirk, cluttering the battlefield with their grenades. They can lay down covering firing against their foes, blast through defenses in their way, modify their ammunition with whatever they have on hand, launch themselves around with the blasts, or just knock someone out with a non-explosive round. Aside from being limited to the user's arms, the usage of the Quirk will require some practice to get the aim and adjustments down. The user will need to reload after six shots. Using the grenades too much can cause issues, such as causing the launcher to jam, for the explosive yielded to be weaker.

[askroahmmythril]

Should I make an armor of your Robot Masters?

Sure, if you'd like, I'd be interested to see what you might come up with. If it helps, these are the main weapons Mega Man gets from each of them, in case that helps in deciding who each part would belong to.

Disco Man -> Disco Pulse, a ground based attack that sends out waves on both sides that travel along the floor. The waves resemble the volume level meters on a stereo.

Origami Man -> Crane Wave, sends out a spread of three origami cranes that travel in a wave pattern.

Fruit Man -> Pineapple Grenade, launches a pineapple that explodes after a short delay, can detonate on impact. Can destroy certain walls.

Vegas Man -> Casino Shield, creates a spinning barrier made of the four ace cards. Can be sent spiraling outwards to attack. If an enemy gets hit with a card, the card erupts in a flurry of further cards doing extra damage at the impact point.

Glass Man -> Shatter Shard, fires a glass crystal forward. Hitting the fire button again, or letting it hit a wall or enemy, makes the crystal shatter into shards that fire out in all eight directions.

Devil Man -> Devil Chain, fires out a Hookshot-style grappling hook that does damage if the tip hits an enemy. Can also be used to grapple toward walls, or to grab items just out of reach.

Met Man -> Helper Met, summons a flying Met (the type from MM3 with the helicopter blade) to fly behind you providing cover fire. Every time you shoot your buster, the Met fires the standard Met three-way shot.

Bow Man -> Vulcan Bow, as long as you hold down the fire button, fires a steady, rapid fire stream of arrows.

[super-sootica]

Constantly holding back my little goblin for wanting to attack people for their dumbass takes, and views.

'No, little goblin', I say. 'We have to allow people to learn and make mistakes, goblin put the grenade down, they only said they like pineapple on pizza, omg when did you get a flamethrower tiny goblin?!'